I walk quietly through the forest, encountering two bodies. The path is narrow, they came to me and stopped. Well, I am a polite dohuya, I pulled out the headphones, I wait for what they want. I will give them replicas without matte, and then it will be very long. One asks, I say, to smoke. I have already used cigarettes as a second pick "and call". Well, now, our criminal district officer has caught me. I think I can’t run anyway, knees on my knees, and which one of me is running. To talk or to scratch. I already start feverishly pretending what to say, like the first on the second whispered, and listened. And the forest, there is no one, there is silence, and I did not pause. And I play there Luftaffé march in the performance of the SS choir (well, it goes under it just wonderfully). The first stood, hanged, still stood, and issued "so are you from the tabernacles?"
Well, I’m kidding, kidding will be like that.
"Excuse me, but not offended"
They are walking around me, I’m staying in the shower.